…and if you zoom way out, you'll see that Sauron was really a giant Mr. Peanut.

Unfortunately, I did. My takeaway: Wow, a five-paragraph rant that didn't once use the term "Democrat Party".

OK, let's hear your review (of the film, not the review).

You still here? I thought I told you to go fuck your mother, ya stutterin' prick ya.

I think it's their last show on July 20. Definitely going. The Stones' promo for it is great (especially Charlie): http://www.youtube.com/watc…

And leggo his eggo.

That was one fucking expensive falafel!

And more modest, too.

Care to elaborate?

"Nuclear wessels?"

They have a long road ahead of them. We got a pretty good head start.

I was one of those kids (it was the '70s, after all). Don't listen as much as I used to, but still love it. Gabriel-era Genesis, fuck yea.

I *hate* FBI wedding comedies. They're all the same.

Fetch hither the fromage from la belle France!

Sorry. It's just an 8-minute throwaway bit where John Astin plays a hippie who gets killed in a car crash and winds up in a room full of Lawrence Welk-ish records and an old couple starting their 8,500 picture slide show of their trip to Tijuana. The episode ends with Astin pounding the floor screaming "Bummer!…

John Astin nailed it in an episode of Rod Serling's "Night Gallery": Hell's Bells (Season 2, ep. 9). It's on Hulu (don't know if you need to have a Hulu Plus account to see it).

Thanks! (too tired to look it up, and too old to remember it right)

…to [something something] your cheesy comestibles!

The cat's eaten it.
Has he?
She, sir.

Better still, chili! Mmmm